[Verse 1: Jay-Z (Nas)]
I got these n***as breezy, don't worry about it
Let that b**h breathe
I used to give a f**, now I give a f** less
What do I think of success? It s**s, too much stress
I guess I blew up quick
Cause friends I grew up with
See me as a Premie but I'm not and my nuts big
I don't know what the fuss is, my career is illustrious
My rep is impeccable; I'm not to be f**ed with with
sh**, let that b**h breathe
I'm way too important to be talking about extorting
Asking me for a portion is like asking for a coffin
Broad daylight I'll off your on switch
You're not too bright, goodnight long kiss
Bye bye my reply... BLAH, BLAH
Blast burner then pa** burner to Ty-Ty
Finish my breakfast, why?
I got an appetite for destruction and you're a small fry
Now where was I?
Let that b**h breathe
I used to give a sh**, now I don't give a sh** more
Truth be told I had more fun when I was piss poor
I'm pissed off, and is this what success is all about?
A bunch of n***as acting like b**hes with big mouths
All this stress, all I got is this big house
Couple of cars, I don't bring half of them sh**s out
All of this Ace of Spades I drink just to piss out
I mean I like the taste could've saved myself 6 thou's
How many times can I go to Mr. Chow's, Tao's, Nobu
Hold up, lemme move my bowels
I'll sh** on y'all n***as, OG tell these boys
Ya'll ain't got sh** on my n***a)
I got watches I ain't seen in months
Apartment at the Trump; I only slept in once
n***as said Hova was over, such dummies
Even If I fell I'll land on a bunch of money
Ya'll ain't got nothing for me
Let that b**h breathe
[Verse 2: Nas]
Success, McLaren, women staring
My villain appearance
Sacred blood of a king and my vein ain't spilling
Ghetto Othello, Sugar Hill Romello
Camaro driven, I climax from paper
Then ask why is life worth living?
Is it to hunt for the sh** that you want?
To receive's great, but I lust giving
The best j**elers wanna make my things
I make Jacob sh** on Lorraine just to make me a chain
n***as mentioned on One Love
Came home to the paper in hand
Ain't gotta brag about the Feds young man
Old cribs I sold, y'all drive by like monuments
Google Earth Nas; I got flats in other continents
Worst enemies wanna be my best friends
Best friends wanna be enemies like that's what's in
But I don't give a f** walk inside the lions den
Take everybody's chips, about to cash them in
Up your catalog dog, mine's worth too much
Like Mike Jacks ATV pub, Mottola can't touch
Let this b**h breathe
[Jay-Z & Nas]
Let this b**h breathe